Day 10: Sparks Fly Au: Loki × Reader
Takes place during the battle of New York
The ground under you shook, debris fell everywhere. You tried to jump and avoid it, only to clumsily land on the ground and skin your knee, you groaned in pain, road rash burned.
You heard manic laughter from above you. Looking up, you saw the man responsible for the destruction of your home. He was flying around on one of those alien hovercrafts, green and black clothing flowing with him in the wind. Your blood boiled at the sight of him.
He, apparently, could feel your glare on him, he looked at you and smirked. He then called for two of his alien friends and pointed towards you. Seeing that, fear seized your entire being and you scrambled to get up and run. You got up and ran, it burned and everything hurt. Not being able to run very fast, due to something being dislocated or broken, the aliens caught you very quickly. You scratched and clawed and dragged your feet no matter how much it hurt. You knew they would kill you, what else would they be doing? But you didn't want it to end like this. Fat tears ran down your face and you let out an ugly sob.
You were young, 26, you worked your butt off to pay rent and live, your job being an artist, you worked with everything you could, to oils and paints to clay and paper. You had too much ahead of you to die. There was that gallery next week, dozens of people willing to pay for your work. You sent a quick prayer, knowing that is was unlikely, that your artwork survived this, even if you wouldn't.
The aliens hit you with something and made it made you fall limp, you were dead weight, and unable to move; your head fell to your dominant side. The aliens brought you to the man responsible. You glared at him with all your might from your tilted point of view. He sent the aliens to a hiding place to keep you till he needed you. They held a grotesque hand over your face to keep you quiet.
The man laughed as the so called "Avengers" neared him.
"Loki, you do not need to do this!" Yelled the one in the red cape, "Come home, brother!"
"Do you not understand, Thor?" Loki started, almost lightheartedly before twisting his face and yelling back,"I am not your brother!" Loki beckoned for the aliens to bring you forth, your sobbing getting louder as they uncovered your mouth.
"Help... help..." you croaked, facce red and wet.
The Avengers looked shocked, for lack of a better word. They were surprised Loki would take someone hostage.
"We're going to help you, ok? We will." Said the Black Widow. You couldn't get anything other than a choked sob out.
"Why? Why, Loki?" Shouted Thor, as Loki made a move in your direction.
"Why? Because I can!" Loki went to grab you and hold up your weight, but was seemingly pushed back when sparks flew where he touched you. You hissed in pain, not being able to see it.
Loki's and the Avengers eyes widened.
"What was that?!" Seethed Loki, "you're playing any tricks on me, are you?!"
"... Soulmates? You're telling me, this homicidal maniac, has a soulmate?" Iron Man looked between your teary face and said homicidal maniac before looking at his teammates.
"Please just stop," was the soft cry from you, "I just wan' go home." They could barely hear you.
Loki looked at you, hearing Iron Man's words, in a new light almost.
"...Soul... mates?" He breathed to himself, he had heard legends of soulmates. Those destined to be together, made specifically by Fate for eachother. He never thought he would have one.
"No way! Why would I have one? With a mere mortal, no less!" Loki denied.
"Trust me, we're questioning it too!" Hawkeye yelled.
That was the last thing you heard before passing out.
You woke to the smell of antiseptic and the sound of a heart moniter. The walls were white, but the lights were turned off. Beside you sat the Black Widow, in something that wasn't her suit from the battle.
"Hey," she smiled at you, "(y/n)? Right?" She asked. You nodded. "I'm Natasha."
"What happened?"
She sighed, "Well, it's a long story. A very long one, but I guess you do have the time." Her lips pursed. "I'll get Tony, he'll explain it better than I can." She came back not too long later with two men in tow.
"(Y/n), this is Tony, he's the one paying for your treatment."
You nearly forgot, "Wait, what's wrong with me, again?"
"Well," Tony began, "a lot, really, a concussion, three broken ribs, a fractured wrist, to name a few. And for another, this homicidal maniac is your soulmate."
You blinked, looking the slight sense of serenity the quiet of the hospital gave you. "Wait, what."
"Don't worry, we're all trying to wrap our heads around it. But yeah, this guy here," Tony slapped Loki's back, causing him to almost choke, "is your soulmate."
“Don’t say that,” you snapped. “Out of everyone in the world, he can’t be my soulmate. He’s evil!”
“Excuse me,” Loki scoffed. “I object to the term 'evil'. I just happen to have a different perspective of right and wrong than you.”
"I can't believe this..." You muttered, "You destroyed my home, of course I would call you evil!"
He looked odd, guilty even, at the mention of the physical state of New York. "Look, I'm uh, I'm sorry about that..."
"As you should be!" You were bewildered, there was no possible way this guy was made to be with you.
"Well, we'll just leave you too soulmates-"
"Don't call us that!" You screamed at Tony.
"-To have some time to talk, Ciao!" Tony bolted out of the door with Natasha in hand.
"I really am sorry, you know." Loki sheepishly said to you a minute or so after Tony and Natasha left.
You glared at him, "You're going to have to do better than that. Sorry doesn't cut it!"
He looked down, "But I don't know how to fix it."
You looked at your sheets, “Well you’d better figure it out soon.”
“I’ve waited too long to meet my soul mate. I’m not waiting any longer. I’ll fix this. I’ll fix everything.” He grabbed your hand and forced you too look him in the eye. You could still feel tingles from his touch.
“Promise?” You looked to him, desperately wanting to believe him.
He grinned. “Promise.”
